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Slides (Interpreted by Nancy) by Nancy Kangas
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She’s crying! No wait. She’s just staring.
Two poems by Daniel Jones
It does not matter what one thinks of it;/ all does as it does as it does.
Two Poems by Kevin Casey
The metronome of its ashen handle/ counted time against my thigh as I walked,/ but at some point it stopped, and I did not.
OE Classics: Excerpted from “Trout Fishing in America” by Richard Brautigan
Then the two artists talked about committing themselves to an insane asylum for the winter. They talked about how warm it would be in the insane asylum, with television, clean sheets on soft beds, hamburger gravy over mashed potatoes, a dance once a week with the lady kooks, clean clothes, a locked razor and lovely young student nurses.
Ah, yes, there was a future in the insane asylum. No winter spent there could be a total loss.
Two Poems by James Croal Jackson
We have been fighting a lot lately– / from our favorite tv shows, to what type of dog/ we might get, to which sugary cereals to pile/ into our cart with all these cheap products/ that don’t fit together: taco shells, toothpaste,/ store-brand mac and cheese– would you believe/ a month ago this place was stocked with everything/ we need? --From "Our Neighborhood Giant Eagle Is Closing"
Happy Holidays!!
Happy holidays and may 2018 be kind and gentle to us all.
Li’l Love Notes by Frances Waite
Just me and the void, /Ethereal attraction-- /Brutal pleasure /Pushed into my leg /Someone else's coffee /Dripping into my /Boot urgency/ Love! You!
Two Poems by Scott Wordsman and a Photo by Joshua Didriksen
So rarely do I approach the world/ as if it doesn’t have a lesson/ to etch into my skin.
Excerpts from “My Ida” by Simone Kearney and “Catcall” by Holly Melgard in advance of UDP’s Chapbook Release Reading/Party
Shit look at him now. Is he getting even littler or what? Just look at him. Look. He. Is. Being. A. Really, really, REALLY LITTLE GUY, and that is what he’s doing. --from "Catcall" by Holly Melgard
From “Fields, Rituals & Distance” by Spike Dougherty and John Schmidt
There is a river that runs through the center of Kyoto: I first heard it here. A few have suggested it might be the sho, a mouth organ that is used in gagaku court performances. Wikipedia tells me that gagaku literally translates to "elegant music." That is a genre, which is also a judgment, which is also a historical fact.
OE Classics: The Second Coming by William Butler Yeats
Multimedia, OE Classics, Poetry
Turning and turning in the widening gyre...
Slides (Interpreted by Nancy) by Nancy Kangas
How come I'm the only one here/who washes out the plastic bags
The Sad Songs of Hell by Brent Cunningham
The method I used for writing these poems was as follows. I started by finding poems online, in French, by Arthur Rimbaud. After copying them to a document I would stare at them until I decided approximately what they might mean. Then I would write down that meaning in English. It might be important to note I don’t have any French, although I have watched a good number of subtitled French movies.
Celebrating a Year of @butter_toe !!
Exactly one year ago I opened an anonymous Instagram account and started posting pictures I took on the subway. Now one year later, and less anonymous, I've posted over 1,200 pictures.
Two Poems by Scott Wordsman
Some say it’s not the number/ of years in your life, but the number of beers/ in your years.
Two Poems by G.L. Ford
to try and fathom/ the absolute oneness of/ each moment in its/ infinite and deplorable/ succession,
Lines Written in Early Spring by Hobo Scumbag
When I think about spring and summer I think about all the Spring/Summer collections on the runway, I think about ice cream, I think about bare feet on warm sand, and I think about all the death that had to occur to bring us to this moment.
Two Poems by Lee Norton
basically, it is simple, you just/ tackle your sister who/ is passing through the screen door.
Take The Culture Where You Want It To Go: A Public Service Announcement by David Robbins
Insist on complete access to your own imagination.
Yes or No by Mónica de la Torre
If unchecked, workers dillydally to slow down operations.
The Top 4 Wants As I Heard Them at Simone White’s Unofficial AWP Off-Sight…by Anna Vitale
1. Poets want to be together, to think with one another, and to make things in a social and cultural space that does not threaten to clean up antagonism and difference with the hygiene of professionalism.
Poems to Help Fix Your Life by Shane Kowalski
What happens after a thing stops/ being in the world?/ Who knows who knows who knows…
Three Poems by John Grey
Maps are to be happy in./ Where can we live/ but where we happen to be.
Visual Poems by Jessy Randall and Briget Heidmous
Jessy Randall, 46, has had diagram poems, poetry comics, and other things in "Poetry," "Story," and "The Best Experimental Writing 2015"; Briget Heidmous, 27, is a multi-media visual artist exploring the principles of ecology employing scale as illusion. Her work has been in solo exhibitions at the Manitou Art Center and The Machine Shop, where she was artist in residence in 2014.
Trafika Europe Corner by Andrew Singer featuring Krisztina Tóth
Poetry, Prose, Trafika Europe Corner
I’ve run out/ of everything, not only arguments, my loose-fitting clothes/ sagging, my very own life. --Translated by Jozefina Komporaly
Trafika Europe Corner by Andrew Singer featuring John Saul
John Saul recently contributed to Best British Short Stories 2016 (Salt Publishing, UK), and had work shortlisted for the international 2015 Seán Ó Faoláin prize for fiction. Appearing widely in magazine form, his short fiction has been published in four collections.
Three Poems by James Capozzi
And who is to say/ When we are here in our bed/ That we are not/ To rule/ Because you refuse to rule us
Trafika Europe Corner by Andrew Singer featuring K. V. Twain
Poetry, Prose, Trafika Europe Corner
I have lived, for a long time, at 23 Disaster Street.
Brass letters mark my name on a door: Mr. Error./ Tolstoy the cat also lives here; there’s no woman./ She died, that is, some years ago, many, if I think.
11 Pulitzer Prize Winning Poets Walk Into An Auditorium by Josh Lefkowitz
But back to the mother’s astute observation: somewhere along the way we seem to have decided that to be a poet is to be a Poet, as in some sort of seer or like a wise prophet, someone who lives among us but is able to Feel Bigger or Live Better, and so I suppose in this case, at The Pulitzer Centennial Poetry Celebration, held on Thursday, October 27th, 2016, at Cooper Union in downtown Manhattan, a parade of eleven of the finest and best Livers and Feelers, if you believe all that, were being presented on a public stage before an audience, to be lauded and adored.
Slides (Interpreted by Nancy) by Nancy Kangas Halloween Edition, plus: a Poetic Kickstarter Campaign
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It says 37/ but Im 43 cant get fb to change it lol
An Interview with Choreographer, Dancer and Director Annie-B Parson
The separation of dance and theater- this is a life long irritant for me! In my personal and very subjective time line, the distrust in Western theater of dance all began post-18th c. Since then, we audience(s) have been increasingly subjected to mind-numbing, un-ironic, unambiguous “reality” on stage.
An Excerpt from “Franklinstein” by Sue Landers
It was always 1976/ at the Benjamin Franklin Underground Experience
On Writing and Criticism: An Interview with Jerry Saltz
For me all art is contemporary art. From Cave Painting to now; it's all in play everywhere at the same time. I think that our current teleological system of art history based on progress and art is mainly measured by formal moves "forward" via techniques, tools, etc. This system is already dead; it just doesn't know it.
Slides (Interpreted by Nancy) by Nancy Kangas
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If babies drove cars/ we’d need bigger roads
Two Poems by Kevin Casey
First, you’ll lose track of the date,/ and then the days, and finally--/ unhitched from any purpose--/ you’ll judge each morning only by its weather.
Two Poems by Gabriela Garcia
The girls on Union Street/ wear black sneakers,/ logic loose like a/ highway without lanes,/
the graceful texture/ of new summer/ full inside the fist.
Two Poems by Devin Kelly
I’m still trying to figure out. Look/ at the sky. It’s so big & so full of color./ Imagine if it fell. Imagine if it hurt.
Two Poems by Marcus Slease
Did you play the one armed bandits I ask. I played many one armed bandits he says. They give you free cocktails when you play the one armed bandits he says. Before you know it your eyes are cherries, lemons and sevens he says.
Slides (Interpreted by Nancy) by Nancy Kangas
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That party sounds fun/ I’m kind of here/ for a bit. You guys go.
Two Poems by Frederick Pollack and a Photo by Julie Gautier-Downes
Sometimes you know the central/ purpose of such places,/ but as you pass you’re probably/ no one, so we can say no one knows.
Three Love Poems by Josh Lefkowitz
What’s your favorite kind, she asked./ Oh geez, I like them all, I said, I like/ the white sauce style from Alabama –/ that was started by a place called/ Big Bob’s Gibson’s, I believe – and/ I like the brisket-oriented Texas type,/ I like Kansas City burnt ends, I like/ St. Louis ribs, I like the way Memphis/ does it wet or dry, like the weather
Slides (Interpreted by Nancy) by Nancy Kangas
Poetry, Slides (Interpreted by Nancy)
Inside this castle that we make/ is a little bit of cocaine
Trafika Europe Corner by Andrew Singer featuring T. S. Hidalgo
T.S. Hidalgo was born in Madrid in 1971, and holds a BBA from Universidad Autónoma de Madrid, an MBA from IE Business School, a Certificate in Management and the Arts from NYU and a Masters in Creative Writing from Hotel Kafka in Madrid, where he currently resides.